Love Worshipful (a Midnight Repose)
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Poetry
Some say Love is overrated
It has no relevance anymore I say
I know more than love unbound
I can make these prayerful sounds
More than Love my darlin'
I believe in you
Through separation station
In life and strange curfew
For belief is more than desire
Desire is the answer key
I await that friendly fire
When your eyes embrace me
Belief in you majestic
Realistic in all respects
In your life complicated
I must have some effect
I know I have worshipped
Your picture on the wall
Worship has much emblazonment
There I made it fall
Do not scare belief
It is pure and sane
Beyond Loves depths
I will worship once again
Your countenance pure
Your eyes so demure
A picture is a cure
I am really sure
I Love you my darlin'
Beyond this starlight
My belief relating
To more than plain sight
on this frozen midnight
to a moon above
my belief is sacrosanct
it answers to Love
and my sacred lady leads me on...
Some say Love is overrated
It has no relevance anymore I say
I know more than love unbound
I can make these prayerful sounds
More than Love my darlin'
I believe in you
Through separation station
In life and strange curfew
For belief is more than desire
Desire is the answer key
I await that friendly fire
When your eyes embrace me
Belief in you majestic
Realistic in all respects
In your life complicated
I must have some effect
I know I have worshipped
Your picture on the wall
Worship has much emblazonment
There I made it fall
Do not scare belief
It is pure and sane
Beyond Loves depths
I will worship once again
Your countenance pure
Your eyes so demure
A picture is a cure
I am really sure
I Love you my darlin'
Beyond this starlight
My belief relating
To more than plain sight
on this frozen midnight
to a moon above
my belief is sacrosanct
it answers to Love
and my sacred lady leads me on...
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